"audrey" poems
I met Joan Baez in my sleep.
She whispered her poems and
sang her songs. I fell in love
with her instantly. DIAMONDS
AND RUST she sang in my
dreams. Linda Ronstadt sang
LONG, LONG TIME to me.
I cried in her hair, so fair was
she. We made love for eternity.
Ingrid Bergman came into my
life a long time ago. I was
mesmerized by her luminescent
beauty. She walked into my
life 20 minutes into CASA-
BLANCA. I was transfixed.
But it was Audrey Hepburn
who stole my heart. Tiny and
radiant, Audrey saw and
held and fed starving
children around the globe.
She entered my heart and
kissed my soul and never
left my life. Bless you, Audrey.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
~
*atop the Manhattan skyline
her similitude descends as rain
we see her wonderwork
we see her water-standing
her very abandonment of draperies
unassuming and artless
where the heedless moths settle
with bodies of mystic warmth
colored with rose and a dash of flame*
~
– for Audrey Munson
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
"Elegance is the only beauty that never fades.... -Audrey Hepburn
I beg to differ...
there are many beauties.....
such as...
the intensely knowing glance
of someone who has known you... intrinsically...
The glance that let's you know
that there are things deep inside of you,
that have never changed.
It's the look that identifies
the links in your histories,
and that reveal your very core.
The look that says I still see you...
with acceptance and understanding...
That fleeting momentary look ...
whether seen throughout a lifetime.
... or a lifetime ago....
That look, acknowledges a basic truth of who you really are.
Acknowledges, that you are truly known...outside of yourself.
It transcends decades
and inspires
both fear and awe in me....
and I think that is beautiful!
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
How vibrantly she lives,
always moving, always walking,
dancing, spinning, frolicking;
a smile for strangers, a kiss for friends;
a touch on your shoulder, a tinkling laugh;
her soul shines in her face wherever she goes;
How vibrantly she loves.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
Vague recollections,
Of curio collections,
Salt and pepper shakers, unused
crystal ashtrays, reflecting rainbows
of northern prairie light on days bright.
A prairie girl, did you miss the place near the Arctic Circle,
your home? Did Odin and Freya call you away from here to
there, or was Thor, or Loki the thunder in your angry voice
that I feared and may have hid under the steep basement
stairs, quietly in the dark hoping you were unaware.
Some of your children, and
your spouse, left before you did,
I know that was tough, and a shame.
You were tougher, though, you did
suffer in you aging frame.
I know you loved us all, I know you knew me too,
very early you said of me "he is a sensitive child", which
I have found to be all too true, many years after you have
gone I miss you, grandpa and dad, Audrey and Vic too.
Did you all find Valhalla at Heaven's Gate?
So I will not stir up the past, nor
will I hurry, through each day, for
I will remember, and smile at those
memories that brought me joy, prose
and rhyme not of a child, but a Viking man.
©DWE032013
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
As
the leaf
falls,
words
fail
me
again.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC
It’s true what they say,
we always hurt the ones we love
and love the ones who hurt us.
We can quote Bukowski as much as we want,
but we need to realize the severity of his words.
“Find what you love and let it **** you.”
Love is a death sentence.
It is a sweet one, but in love’s very nature it is a death sentence nonetheless.
You will search the world for someone whose favorite book is The Picture of Dorian Gray
and who worships the same 1953 Hepburn film
and inhales dark coffee in the way that you do.
But you will end up settling for someone who has skimmed the back cover biography of Wilde
and who remembers when and where Audrey was born
and drinks java from a little coffee shop that you think is pretentious.
Yet there will be a time when you will find someone that you can’t live without
and you will be shell-shocked when you see that they can breathe air through their lungs
and eat the spicy food that you don’t like
and sleep with the window cracked just a little bit
all without you.
You will hate yourself more than anyone for letting yourself need someone as much as you need that one person,
who doesn’t even know that when you say you only take two sugars in your coffee,
you actually mean four, sometimes five.
You will ignore their pleas and roll your eyes at their petty compromises.
You will make them miserable because you love them more than they love you.
And they will stick around because they feel guilty for that very reason.
You will salt their wounds and ice their veins.
They will leave you on the side of the road and try their best to hate you.
You will both recognize that it is a valiant yet fruitless effort.
The line between hate and love is so slight that a feeling can change like a compass.
Love is hate and hate is love.
So you will grow to tolerate their lack of literary prowess
and enlighten them on what you actually mean when you say two sugars.
Most times everything will feel off and never quite the way you had expected,
and you’ll always wonder if you have ever really been happy,
and if this is actually how love feels.
When this happens, you must remind yourself that love is a complicated emotion.
It is in the tide of the sea
and the phases of the moon
and sometimes found in a frightening trek down Memory Lane.
You can find it in the face of every person that you have ever met
and sometimes it does not grace those pretty faces for very long at all.
The most truthful and sad part of it all is that it will eventually **** you.
But it is a death sentence at it’s finest.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
A simple, well-cut black dress with pearls and up-swept hair. So, Audrey Hepburn.
The way the Japanese drink traditional and ceremonial tea.
The shape of a ballerina.
French manicures.
Horseback riding.
Victorian dresses.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
You are my heart and upon it
I have etched my secret hopes for you:
My hope that you burn brightly, and long—
That your most heartfelt desires lash themselves
Upon the winds of passion
And that your heart’s love flows
Out of eyes and mouth to the tuneful ears
Of those who surround you.
That hope survives and blooms in the inclement weather
Of disappointment—
That you find and etch your secret desires
For your own child—
And that when I am gone,
That in a flowering corner of your soul
That you feel my love for you—
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 9:50 PM UTC
I remember when we first met, downtown crossroads.
The streets were filled with people shuffling from one art gallery to the next. Jazz was played on the corner of the streets, causing the noise pollution to die down a bit. People listened and danced.
You grabbed my hand and swung me towards you, and I realized, just in the shortest time, we were swing dancing.
We ****** We couldn't dance, but just the fact that you were touching me and I was touching you created a gate that held back all my negative thoughts and feelings. You were the only thing that was there. It was just the music... And you...
This "relationship" we had was slowly turning into a war. You cheated and I stayed.
Staying with you was a simple mistake that I had made only because I thought that I loved you, and you made me believe that you loved me back. Every single day since you forced your lips against that other girls, I have been nothing but jealous and hurt, but I didn't distribute my jealousy as much as I did my sadness and anger.
You, put me through more than I asked, In fact I asked for nothing that involved pain and suffering. I only asked for love and caring.
We had many good memory's, and many photographs were taken. I will never forget the great times we had.
I will never forget you.
By Audrey Lucille Pendergraft
10/22/20013
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
It’s cold out,
But I want to lean over the side of my bed, grab my blue flannel pajama pants from last years Christmas, And slip them up my skinny legs for a drive.
I would pass up the dim, street-lit highways to arrive at the airport.
I would leave a note on the granite counter top for ma, to explain that it was desperate times escorting my desperate measures.
I would arrive at the gate with my flannel pants, my mobile diary, and my heavy hanging shoulders with my puffy tired eyes.
I would board my plane, eat my peanuts, and since it's Thursday and Thanksgiving is a weeks past, spread myself out across the row of emptied seats.
I would get two hours of rest to wake up with frost on my side window, and the snow of Denver to keep my chilled company.
There I would board my bus for my fourtyfive minute adventure to Boulder.
Thats where we would meet, you with your Audrey Hepburn hair and perfect pearl smile,
A cup of coffee in your left hand and a cup of cocoa in your right.
Me with my flannel pajamas and oversized jacket
With nothing else to offer--except for my presence.
We wouldn’t say much
Just giggle and give some hugs in the dead of Colorado’s bitter beautiful nights,
Before heading to where you call home to cuddle and hide from the rest of winter.
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
Today I am Cinderella!
Today I am going to a ball
and today I will get
dressed up with one of my
very good best friends
and we will wear pearls like
Audrey and Marilyn and
drink free champagne and
I am so excited.
Ten years from now I hope
I can look back on tonight
and be content that I wore
a thirty dollar dress to my
first debutante ball
and know that everything
happened exactly the way
it should have when
I fixed my hair and
went to the movies.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
Have you seen my granny?
She shoots like Johnny Wayne,
Smokes cigarettes like Garbo,
Sings like Kelly in the rain.
She's doubtless at the movies
Watching Audrey zip 'round Rome,
And wishing she were young enough
To run away from home.
My nana laughs like Rita,
Plays chess like Steve McQueen,
She smoulders like her heroes do
Up on that silver screen.
Have you seen my granny?
She loves Bogart and Bacall,
And in her dreams forever
She is blonde and six-foot tall.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
If I had Audrey Hepburn's class and elegance, would I catch your eye when we passed each other in a morning rush?
If I had Elizabeth Taylor's eyes and body, would you stay a bit longer?
If I had the simple yet perfect beauty of Grace Kelly, would you wrap your arms around me at night and make me your princess?
And if you saw the lurking shadows and sensed the sadness behind my smile, just like Marilyn Monroe, would you leave me
all over again?
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Aubrey was confronted by her mom in the kitchen as she was making her lunch for school the next day. "Two sandwiches?" her mom questioned. "What's up with that, Aubrey? Since when do you eat more than one sandwich?" Actually Aubrey ate well. It was always a healthy lunch for her, perhaps a sandwich with some lettuce and tomato on it, or something cooked and leftover. She rarely indulged in sweet snacks, like her brother and sister did, never going without a couple pieces of fruit in her bag.
Audrey was a freshman in high school, and she was a forthright girl. There was no need to hide anything, so she replied nonchalantly, "It's not for me. It is for Wade Hodak. He doesn't have a sandwich in his lunch".
With her hands on her hips, Audrey's mom smelled something fishy. Was Wade taking advantage of her? She replied, "And why not? Since when is it up to you to look after him?"
"Mom!" Aubrey protested. "He is lucky his mom even gets any child support from his dad! Her paycheck doesn't come til the end of the week. Sometimes, he eats okay, but sometimes they just don't have the money! You know how it is with bills and stuff! It is usually just a bag of chips and whatever else he can find"
Aubrey's mom only vaguely knew of Wade Hodak. What little she knew of his mother, his mom seemed on the up-and-up. She remembered that the woman had to pull her daughter out of dance class because she couldn't afford it, the same class her younger daughter was in.
Aubrey's mom smiled and gave her a kiss and a hug, "Peanut butter and jelly?" Well, don't lay it on too thin.", she advised. Aubrey smiled big, a sweet smile with those braces on her teeth, and she was becoming a beautiful, young woman, both inside and out.
"That's what I was hoping you would say", Aubrey said and added, gratefully. "Thanks mom". Peanut butter and jelly it was.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
Audrey, look out the window and see your dreams.
Brydie, lay on the carpet and think of home.
Charlie, stand in the garden and let the rain wash the pain away.
Danielle, shout at the skies for this awful weather.
Ellen, smile as you see a rainbow in the distance.
Fiona, stick out your tongue to soften their fall.
Gemma, pretend there's nothing falling from the sky.
Hannah, dance in the rain in that favourite dress of yours.
Imogen, jump into puddles, one after the other.
Jade, wave to the people going past in their cars.
Keri, open your hands to cup the cold water.
Laura, laugh as the neighbour's umbrella turns inside out.
Molly, hope the grass is better for football tomorrow.
Natasha, sigh as you drive through it all.
Olivia, read a book by the nice warm fire.
Paige, sleep through the hammering of the droplets.
Queenie, scream as you dash through the storm.
Rhianne, fall back onto that squishy armchair inside.
Steph, pray for the sun to come out soon.
Tuula, watch the leaves huddle against the kerb.
Una, listen as they patter patter on the rooftop.
Victoria, take off those sodden shoes.
Whitney, snap another photograph or two.
Xandra, run to get back home to your family.
Yasmeen, follow the trail of the water on the window.
Zara, give up waiting for the rain to stop.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC
My grandma has worn face masks over her mouth and nasty bruises from chemo treatments,
But the smile never left her lips. Her hands never too cold to squeeze.
My grandma was told she would have to go through a half-mastectomy,
and she dealt through the pain with as much bravery as a soldier going into war.
So when you ask me who my role model is, I won't say it's Audrey Hepburn, or Johnny Depp,
I'll merely point to my grandma, who now has a full head of hair, and say we're doin' just fine.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
Take me to the place
with streets of gold
and flowing green pastures
where there's no lack of sunshine
even when it's raining
and I can eat with my favorite people
whom were long gone before me
I can spend my days writing
about whatever thought fills my mind
I'll go on far out adventures
maybe to the moon
or atleast to the stars
I'll climb a tree and read a book
It'll be a living fairytale
There'll be lots of swing dancing & Frank Sinatra in this world
With a wonderful fill of Audrey Hepburn & Alfred Hitchcock movies
I can see a drive in theater in the distance
Along with a cute little diner
And a Polaroid camera
To capture my fantasy
And keep it locked away
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Sunsets sand and me
What do you have in mind
A retrospect of happiness
over the line
We lost in this fight
Sighing I see your sins
How about tonight ?
Serpentine dress
No glass left to break
I’m marking my zone,too long the hold
For
Every curve I’d caress
is my taste
Undress unmeasure unsurp
Don’t put to waste
I push you in
You take me out
Oh the effort
Is that all it’s about
Skin lingers
You bring you Lana
I have my Audrey
I’ll hold on longer
Will carry all of them
Let time be on my side now
As
I’ll make you rain
You can blow,can roar
I’ll make you feel
Each thump in my veins
It’s okay
Night’s asleep now
Make my way
Babe
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
I don’t mean to alarm you
But I am dying
I’ve been dying for awhile
And I hope that when I go
I join the ranks of the greats
Robin Williams
Audrey Hepburn
Robert Frost
George Washington
Names everyone knows
Names I grew up admiring
Aspiring
Wanting
Wishing
Everything tries to be them
And falls flat
Probably because I’m dying
And when you’re dying
You aren’t as great
As you once thought
My jokes will never crack a smile
On the wrinkled
Cavernous face
Of Mr. Robin Williams
My beauty lies inside
Since I lack the seraphic
Elegant
Graceful
Beauty of Audrey Hepburn
My words are mere letters
Where they could be scars
And stars
Like Robert Frost
I lack courage
I lack leadership
Greatness finds victims aside me
Leaving me
Always one step behind
George Washington and his armies
Bet he keeps those armies in his sleevies
I’m dying up here
Just like these sucky jokes
I’m dying here
From school
From work
Anxiety
Grades
And all the like
And I’m dying in here
From loneliness
Ostracization
Failure to complete
Lack of motivation
I’m dying here
Can’t you see
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
~
*abruptly waking to discover
the sempiternal daylight of herself
in a small silent village in Brussels
the sky's a cloudless blue
and she needs the sun
like children need two parents
sunglasses conceal bedroom eyes
smiles hide like inverted *******
clothed in peekaboo milieu
a highly individual creature
in an era of the exaggerated curve
she's an amnesiac
doodle-dawdling in the altogether
wrapping herself around
mise-en-scène
it's breakfast with Mr. Svengali
then unacquainted foothills
and undergrowth
in the flaring of conjugal
light and shadow
hum
thrum
'n strum
she's got the whole wide world
in her hands
her simple slantwise silhouette
declivitous neck
inclining embonpoint
summoning him
no clock, no watch
the keeping of time
is served by rapping
her crown upon the headboard
at regular intervals
her open-tempered sighs
closing with the heaviness
of a sleepy hush
until the echoing of church bells
announce the footfalls
of tomorrow-come-looking*
~
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 3:02 PM UTC
Gothic on the sidewalk
lying in Graffiti
girl in a suntan
leaning 'gainst a tree
in Bikini
girl in blue jeans
dancing down the steps
pretty blue bikini
lying on the beach
***** on a railtrack
Making kissie-fish face
evening moods abound in leather
and in shades of tiffany [red]
a seaworthy lassie
Warning ***** words
looks like it's bedtime
six point five of her
girl on a bear rug
Who is behind the mask?
Posing for perfection
Eyes that smile back
Serious posing
Oh No! Modeling
runaway train strong
fairy-tale Queen
Babe on the beach
Looking so sweet
Look at her at sunset
What a treat
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
The moon sizzles like an aluminum
cutlass,
playing jazz scales with its
arthritis knuckles.
Finger tip mallets strike
the ebony piano keys
With a lazy,
Chocolate, precision.
Tickles your spine
like sardines
&
cereal.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC